Chapter 8

The day was getting long and my head was already spinning. A cup of coffee cheered me up. At the same time, I was thinking hard about Christine. Sometimes I wondered. Like, how she spends her day when I'm not around. What she does every minute, does she think of me like I think of her? In short, I miss her when I'm not with her. Listening to his voice would do me great good.

_ Hi. I say with a calm and romantic voice

_ Yes hello. Just listening to his voice made me smile.

_ What are you doing? Love is really a crazy feeling. Sometimes we don't know what we're doing anymore but we're just happy to do it.

_ Nothing special, Georges is sleeping and I take this opportunity to rest. Ah Georges, the little me.

_ I see. I think of you. I can not wait to go home.

_ I miss you too darling. That I don't doubt.

_ I would like us to go on a little outing tonight, what do you think? Just you and me.

_ Yes it will do me a lot of good. I spent almost the whole day locked up in this house. But for Gorges, how will we do?

_ Uh, Inès, your friend, can you tell her a little lie to entrust Georges to her for tonight? For every problem, there is always a solution. Just think about it.

_ I see that you have considered all the possibilities. I will see with her. I already know what to tell him.

_ That works. I leave you. See you tonight. I like you. She smiled and I hung up. I was already looking forward to going home. I already missed her.

7 p.m., we were already in the streets of Lomé, flooded by young lovers and also adults. Ambient as ever, the weekend was already looking good this Thursday. Sitting in our favorite restaurant waiting for the waiter, a young woman came to sit right next to our table. She was beautiful, enough lipstick to paint a whole picture, she had long hair, and wore a pretty black dress adorned with pearls that made her stand out. My eyes couldn't help but go to her just for a moment. "But I know her," I said to myself.

_ Agnes? I cried very surprised. I widened my eyes. Immediately I glanced at Christine. She frowned and did not hide her anger.

Who is Agnes?

_ Henry. Answered the resplendent young lady who lit up the whole restaurant.

_ What are you doing here?

_ Enjoy a good dish and go home. But that's not how she looked with this look.

_ I see that you are accompanied, still as cute as before. She added.

_ Yes, I imagine that you already know each other.

_ Of course yes. She addressed Christine with a smile.

_ Hi my darling, it's been a while. Christine, in response, got up from her chair irritated:

_ Excuse me, I let you celebrate your reunion. She spun with speed.

_ Sorry Agnès, I have to go. Maybe another time. I got up to try to catch up with Christine but Agnes held me back by the arm. She gave me a card that contained her phone number with this instruction

_ Call me. After thanking him, I ran off. Christine was already walking hoping to find a taxi.

_ Christina. I screamed but she refused to stop. She was really angry. And I understood her. I was at the same level as her and there I could speak:

_ It's not at all what you think. The card was already in my pocket.

_ I don't want to hear anything. she retorted. But it's wrong, she wanted an explanation and that's what I'm about to give her.

_ Listen to me please. I grabbed her by the arms to make her stop walking.

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